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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Anorexic of lovePurging of regretEngender the sufferingAnd wait for the resultsYou could die of hungerIn this feast of the deadWaiting to be rescuedBeing lost insteadTolerate the foolsAnd doom they will seekAnd we will be coveredIn crimson red so freshThe dead will not speakBut their pathways of willWe will see their rushInto the factoriesOf fleshWhere humanity rotsSpirals downwardCrushing the soulsBeneathOf their last breathFilled with regretFaces covered in tearsTheir bodies beneath the tideOf fetid beingsWithout sparkArm and arm enmeshedWe dance into oblivionAnd when the end comesWe will enter obsidianWith no voiceBut for our own fearsAnd that we step into the darknessThe doorway of the years

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Pounding my fists into the ground
I am aware of the dreams calling
But I am no longer here
The darkness is a hole into which I crawled
I am imprisoned in fears so clear
Let the rain and lightning fall
Let the thunder rumble and rage
Let the world be deluged
Wash us release us renew us
From the years to be shed
Release us from this earthy cage
What is left but crimson tears
Arms wide spread let our words raise
Up to the angry heavens
We are broken and need hope
For there is none in our arms
Please send for us to embrace
Hope, please send
Pour down the rains
Clean me so that I am pure
To the taste of holy lips
Make me a beautiful scent
An aroma that pleases
Make me an incense candle
Held by your holy hand
I’ve been ripped apart
Take me and place me upon your altar
Lift up my name,
Place it upon your heart deeply
For I worship you
Look down upon me
With mercy?

Friday, September 11, 2009

This is not about my life, this is a metaphor for an event, and the passing consequences that followed. I am not the speaker, I am taking the voice of the speaker, it is fiction.

I met with loneliness After the affairWhen I realized There was no one out thereAnd never would beHowever it might be unfairThe love in my soul was harvestedMade to be my flawTurned against meRelentlesslyBy someone who said they caredWhat is my life forBut to share in loveWhat is my heart to doIf not be trueBut there are pigs at the troughWho take more than their shareOver and over my heart was robbedBecause it was openAnd unawareThat people like her existedThat people like her could sayThey’d love me forever and leaveBecause I could never compareTo those who she could meetEvery place everywhereBut now I seeDespite a thorn in my eyeI cannot seeThrough your disguiseI will never beThe one you wantSo thrown awayWith my life you hauntMy every move betrayed

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I am a poet who has both been published and self published. All work on this blog is all copyright Alex Ness. While I make very little money from my work I am technically a professional. Measuring by the hours I've written I am professional. My goal is to share my work with as many people that can read it, as far as the internet may reach with it. I hope if you are moved you will share this blog with others, and perhaps buy my books.

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